It’s an infinite loop.
That little ray of sunshine,
Is sadly dwindling.
There are no fairy tales,
In this forsaken life.


Forever to be lost,
Never going to be found.
The cheery face in the mirror,
Is nothing but a mask.
A game you believe.


 Missing what you never had.
Thrown away chances,
Like poems never read.
Eyes averted from the truth,
The story forever repeating.